I realise I haven't posted for a while. Then again, not much diff since no one seems to read this, I mean, you gotta be pretty insane to be listening to me for an extended amount of time.
I realised there are problems in sleeping in the same room as your sister, I mean, I can live without privacy, I can leave being banished to the toilet when people call me, I can even live with her dumping her stuff everywhere and anywhere in my room. But yesterday I learnt a painful lesson in ceding to your sisters "afraid to sleep alone" whims.
In the middle of a rare night of sleep that lasted longer than 4 hours, I fell into the crack between the two beds. Trying to stay in the dream that I was in I flopped around, trying to extricate myself from that crevice. Guess what happened? Oh yes, the beds split and I landed on the floor in a thump.
Thats when I decided that I dreamily got up and shoved the bed back and tried to flop back to sleep. But then, I tasted something funny and realised I had sliced my lip in 2 spots using the sharp premolars I have. Oh yes, it was bleeding like mad and there were spots of blood on my pajamas where I tried to find out why my spit was darker than normal.
Thats when I finally gave up staying in the same dream, got myself up and washed the blood away.
What a waste of a good dream, especially since I spent the entire of the next day getting teased by my mum that my lip swelled to look like Angelina Jolie. Wth.
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